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Hi Crim, I want to say thank you for always having drawn fanart for Final Fantasy VII. But you’ve visited so many more fandoms! Lately you’ve made some life-changing choices that I wholly support. While I’m figuring out how this pledging thing works, I am wanted to give you a big BOOST already! Here are some of your favourite gentlemen! Keep drawing! Even though life sometimes may feels like you’re drowning in a bigger and bigger ocean, you are surrounded by online people who support/care/love you. Lots of bonds to keep you afloat. Keep leaving your comfort zone. You have my support!!! xx Aisha
Sephiroth [Aisha]: (Laughs) Ok, leave out the second part.
Sephiroth [Aisha]: But still write to the hosts that you're excited to go to Europe and stuff. Oh, you know how to write an introduction.
2nd rate BF [Crim]: 'hello. i'm a genderqueer veterinarian from Australia, and joining me will be my talented, beautiful girlfriend from the Netherlands, who i met while pretending to be a sixty year old man and father to her godly male alterego'
Young (Wutai-war) Sephiroth returning in a body bag.
Context: During the Wutai war Hojo tells the Board to send young Sephiroth on that mission to prove his strength, and that mission is actually labelled a suicide trap. We decided Sephiroth won as sole victor.
[Aisha]: Yes oh I'd be interested in writing that.
[Aisha]: How about that suicide mission of young Sephiroth going wrong.
[Aisha]: And Sephiroth returning in a body bag.
[Aisha]: <3
[Crim]: ................
[Crim]: you're the worst
[Crim]: ........by which i mean the best but
[Crim]: you're the worst
[Aisha]: Hah!
It would cut the roleplay short.
Unless Sephiroth, IDK, stuffed his would full of CURE materia and activated them all at the same time and got into a coma instead. And no one knows because it's under his clothes. And who the fuck stuff their body full with materia that's like ... deadly.
Then when Sephiroth's body arrives at Shin-Ra Hojo must identify the body and 'salvage/harvest what he can'.
[Aisha]: Sleep well!
[Crim]: selected people can absorb materia into their bodies, after they've been altered, and use magic without weapons/support devices
[Crim]: kadaj, vincent, elfe
[Crim]: sephiroth should be able to
[Crim]: in wutai, say the mission went wrong
[Crim]: say the showdown with the wutai general ended with both parties - sephiroth, and the general - 'dead', so to speak. the general, as his last stand, filled the fourteen year old with bullets and stuck a spear through his heart
[Crim]: the turks, satelliting around the army, clean up... and there is the sad little body of a silver-haired boy
[Crim]: which they zip into a body bag along with the rest of the fallen, and ship home. for research. because sephiroth has no family to mourn him, or need his body to be put at peace
[Crim]: meanwhile at hq, hollander is barely able to contain his snide glee. 'i told you', he'd say to hojo. 'sending a twelve year old to war. what were you thinking'
[Crim]: and the words 'i told you' are bleeding from veld's eyes, but the director doesn't have to say a thing
[Crim]: and the president is furious. there go nearly twenty years of high investment. and hojo, hojo is up for eval, if not worse. hojo is probably expecting an unpleasant, business-like meeting from the turks one of these days
[Crim]: but in the meantime, there's the body of a child to cut open, gather data from, learn from for the next batch of SOLDIERs
[Crim]: and the sad body of a child is lying on an autopsy table, torso riddled with holes and a giant, ugly gash across his heart. and the child's eyes are half open under the curtains of his long, long lashes... but the glow in his irises are long gone
[Crim]: and there is the universal expression of faint surprise on his face
[Aisha]: And he's stiff, and cold, because Sephiroth is never warm unless he moves and the room is cold.
[Crim]: and the body... it's just a body now, isn't it. a cold, lifeless thing lying on a metal table. but despite all the injuries the body doesn't look dead
[Crim]: and hojo, vacantly, wonders if any damn body he's ever buried would ever look dead
[Aisha]: (Dad you're ripping my heart out aaaaah)
[Crim]: hers didn't - hers sat for days inside the mansion with jenova's will stagnant in her veins, preserving her like a sick puppet. and his didn't either - his swam in mako buffer until it glowed green with the force of chaos, until hojo saw him move without a pulse. but that's another story
[Crim]: and sephiroth, bloodless and unmoving, was a sight too similar. hojo couldn't even laugh properly at the irony, but he did
[Crim]: of course, it had no heartbeat. you could cut those glassy eyes right out of the boy's head now and it wouldn't matter in the slightest
[Crim]: so... why the delay? with the tools for dissection in front of him, hojo alone with the corpse of just another specimen... why was he finding it so damn hard to get on with his job?
[Crim]: fourteen years old. as if he hadn't inflicted worse on beings even younger. as if he hadn't witnessed the cries of small, pathetic things as his work twisted them into something greater, and felt nothing at all
[Crim]: fourteen years old with bullet wounds he had to count and document. injuries and postmortem changes he had to describe... but the scalpel in his hand was trembling, so much he couldn't possibly make a clean cut. so he had to put it down
[Crim]: down next to the blood-stained silver hair of his life's work, the blade catching sterile overhead lights and a tinge of mako blue. the reflection of hojo's eyes as he bent over, close to the cold, dead child, so he could press his forehead against that of the corpse
[Crim]: and one gloved hand pressed against a ribcage with no beat beneath it - a scar where a heart used to be - and whisper, so soft he couldn't even hear it himself - 'i'm sorry. sephiroth. i'm so sorry.'
[Crim]: ...................okay i'm done hello
[Crim]: i had that in my system fermenting overnight and argh D:
[Aisha]: Good good good, now I'll fall asleep thinking aobut this.
[Aisha]: AND I think you should edit this and turn it into a drabble and post it.
[Aisha]: and if you don't then I mgiht
[Crim]: i'll see xD
[Crim]: goodnight!
[Aisha]: what no don't let me sleep on this note ;W;
[Aisha]: YES I must sleep but please give me a happy ending with this
[Crim]: well... the moment would pass, you know. hojo would collect himself and carry on
[Aisha]: My inner Sephiroth is pretty satisfied with this ending because at that part of his life he did his best, but I'm not happy with it.
[Aisha]: Yes
[Crim]: work had pushed him through all the hardest times in his life. he was so good at seeing work above all other things
[Crim]: so he'd start with the postmortem, go about his business
[Crim]: document the external wounds. take the scalpel in hand. cut with practiced precision, though maybe the lines aren't as clean as they usually are
[Crim]: until the ribcage was open and the thorax exposed - a cavity full of old blood surrounding bruised and lacerated lungs
[Crim]: he'd find a few of the bullet heads - put these aside. peel back the lobes until the heart, sliced through the middle, was before him and-
[Crim]: oh-
[Crim]: but-
[Aisha]: (gods I love you. Love you and your storytelling.)
[Aisha]: (I'm on the edge of my chair, well, bed.)
[Crim]: what was this? buried within the damaged organs, like a tumour feeding off a spiderweb network of vasculature... was the distinctive green sheen of...
[Crim]: materia?
[Crim]: emerald orb peering up at him like a single, accusing eye, its edges softened until they bled right into the surrounding tissue of the dead boy's chest. but how?
[Aisha]: (aaaaaaaaah 8D)
[Crim]: and hojo, feeling a rush of blood to the head, would snap off his gloves and put his fingers against the foreign body, which was warm in a vessel otherwise so cold, and say, his voice stern with forced calm - 'cure'
[Crim]: for a second or two, nothing happens
[Crim]: but then...
[Crim]: slowly but surely...
[Crim]: the thing begins to glow
[Crim]: and hojo, who had seen absolutely everything life had to offer, would feel himself reel with the shock of it. the materia glowed. the tissue around it changed colour, from dry, dead maroon to red, and pink.
[Crim]: and right before the old man's eyes, the laceration across the heart began to stitch shut.
[Aisha]: (chuckles happily)
[Crim]: and hojo, gasping as if the lungs that now struggled to reinflate in an open chest cavity were his, would steady himself for a moment against the metal table, before snatching his phs from his pocket and shouting for assistance
[Crim]: all the medical personel they could spare.
[Crim]: and, as the confusion and turmoil escalated around him, people in white coats pouring in, he would stitch the autopsy incisions shut with all the speed he could muster, and hook the body up personally to the life support system wheeled into the room
[Crim]: hm! at first people would think he'd gone mad with grief
[Crim]: but no. no- because the ecg that had shown a flat line would suddenly kick into action, with a reaffirming beep
[Crim]: and the waves would start - slow, regular, a confirmation of life, against all odds, against all reason
[Crim]: and hojo would be swept into a wave of activity for the next few hours, however long it took to stabalise a body that had returned from the dead
[Crim]: it'd be quite a few days - weeks, even - before sephiroth woke from his coma
[Crim]: but... he'd be alive
[Aisha]: (!!!)
[Crim]: and, a few weeks later, no worse for wear
[Crim]: and people would marvel at and fear hojo's work.
[Aisha]: (bwaahaha, of course!
[Aisha]: (and that'd be how he'd get his department.
[Crim]: the ultimate soldier. a monster that defied death
[Crim]: ;)
[Aisha]: (Yes yes YESSS
[Aisha]: I loved this. Very much.
[Aisha]: I'm excited but I'm also going to sleep. I wrote almost 7,500 words today, so I'll need it.
[Aisha]: Have a wonderful day, Dad.
[Aisha]: Thank you.
[Crim]: <3
[Aisha]: You're the best and the worst and the best.
[Aisha]: Night!
Sephiroth [Aisha]: How does TheGenesisRhapsodos sound?
Dya [Genesis]: THE
Dya [Genesis]: yes
Dya [Genesis]: I definitely like that
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: aw come on my are so much better
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: more fitting
Sephiroth [Aisha]: GOood.
Sephiroth [Aisha]: Because to me, you are THE.
Dya [Genesis]: f#@$ off
Dya [Genesis]: awww
Dya [Genesis]: you're getting an autograph
Dya [Genesis]: free
Dya [Genesis]: signed picture
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: because nobody would actually pay for one
Dya [Genesis]: keep telling yourself that
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: wait wait
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: what about
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: inevitabledecay
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: lololol i could do this all night
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: anappleaday?
Sephiroth [Aisha]: You are an awefunny person.
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: couldn't keep the doctor away could it
Dya [Genesis]: ((omfg dude stop, geez, I'm at work and laughing so much it hurts
Dya [Genesis]: *breathes* ok I'm calm
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: finefreakyfeathers
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: ...why do i get the feeling that line was in a song or smth
Dya [Genesis]: I hate you.
Dya [Genesis]: With a passion.
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: mutual, mutual ;D
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: also i get that a lot
Dya [Genesis]: OOC, I don't get how the building didn't blow up between Sephiroth and Genesis being who they are
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: maybe it did and shinra just got really good at really fast reconstruction
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: like
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: there was that one scene where genesis DID blow up part of the building
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: hojo's lab, no less
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: frowns
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: and i mean, was that really necessary
Dya [Genesis]: yes.
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: the door was like, right there and everything but noooooo
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: had to blow up the specimen container
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: and fly out
Dya [Genesis]: very necessary.
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: drama queen
Dya [Genesis]: sod off
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: i get the feeling genesis would've persuaded sephiroth to get into Lots Of Trouble
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: bad influence and everything
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: i don't think seph really lived a day until gen and geal came along, bless them
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: you know if we shove my old man off to one side for a moment, i'm terribly thankful for gen and geal
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: ......until they ran off and broke seph's heart
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: .....but the bits before that
Dya [Genesis]: hey
Dya [Genesis]: his going wacko is your fault.
Sephiroth [Aisha]: 8D
Dya [Genesis]: but yes, I agree to that
Dya [Genesis]: I bet he was so confused by them at first
Sephiroth [Aisha]: I have to muffle my wacko uncontrolled giggling in class.
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: you both sound like you should be doing something more important
Dya [Genesis]: yes
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: i mean, if i lol'ed right now the only one i'd annoy is the cat
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: ...oh wait there she goes
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: maybe you two should go do important things
Dya [Genesis]: I'm pretty good at silent laughing but I'm finding it hard to focus with it and all
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: yes i know i am tremendously amusing
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: i could be a great stage actor if it wasn't for the mad science
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: but each to our calling
Dya [Genesis]: hey Seph
Dya [Genesis]: are we gonna let him get all the credit?
Dya [Genesis]: OI
Dya [Genesis]: POSTER BOY
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: credit only where credit is due
Dya [Genesis]: CAMERA AT 12 O'CLOCK
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: fffff
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: i get the feeling that'd make him look toward 6
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: aisha's busy prettying your blog. or maybe she's paying attention to class like she sould be
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: try this one
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: SOLDIER FIRST CLASS SEPHIROTH
Dya [Genesis]: equally valid, but he's nonetheless distracted
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: dang
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: welp
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: i don't know if you meant to, but you're now following my blogs
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: that's probably aisha's doing
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: because you'll probably regret it
Sephiroth [Aisha]: Hm, what? You called?
Dya [Genesis]: lmao
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: i think we were playing 'who'll get seph's attention first'
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: did i win
Dya [Genesis]: delayed response, it's a draw
Sephiroth [Aisha]: Yes, it's a draw.
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: booooo
Dya [Genesis]: lmao
Dya [Genesis]: I need to introduce you people to an Angeal
Sephiroth [Aisha]: Yes.
Sephiroth [Aisha]: There is no decent angeal on tumblr.
Sephiroth [Aisha]: they keep disappearing.
Dya [Genesis]: lmao
Sephiroth [Aisha]: but why did you want my attetion?
Dya [Genesis]: it's the degradation *shot*
Dya [Genesis]: they need more Goddess in their lives *shot again*
2nd rate traitor [Crim]: the angeals keep disappearing
